lonesome under stars tent  walks through the silent hour  boy wakes out of weird dreams  his face decaying it seems    crazed woman with open hair  in the window staring barred  on the pond on sweet drive  lovers journeying wonderful    dark is the sound of springs rain in the night  drops of my blood falling onto golden plates  in myrial coffins a laughter whorish and wise  lust of my heart songs of madness and night    killer smiling bleach in the wine  the sick caught by mortal fear  nuns pray naked and wound  before gods pain on the cross    lonesome under stars tent  walks through the silent hour  boy wakes out of weird dreams  his face decaying like it seems